I miss myself

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


The transition from childhood to adulthood.

Submitted: August 25, 2018

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I miss myselef, I miss the old me,
 
When pure white was all my eyes could see;
 
even through misery, hatred and deceptions
 
because of the naive perceptions
 
 
 
Of the world I imagined.
 
Alas, when I grew up and examined, 
 
And thought what life was all about;
 
Restlessness and doubts were throughout
 
 
 
the mind that wanted to break free 
 
of the vicious cycle that I could foresee.
 
Why was I created? I never agreed!
 
When I know not what the purpose of life is indeed,
 
 
 
Or do I know and still pretend?
 
For all I want, is my mother to tend
 
to me - while I lay in a forever sleep on her lap,
 
While my cold hand feels the warmth of my dad’s clasp.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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